Chapter 2: The servant died for the master, why ask why?
Under the thatched hut, three people looked at each other. Two of them were in the Xuantian realm, one of the few in the world today. Although they were only at the Xuantian level, with the word Xuantian alone, they were not all powerful wherever they went.
Heroes of the world, but today two Xuantians actually attacked an old man at the same time. No one can tell what state the old man is in, but above Xuantian is the state of immortality.
Dengxian, two characters.
People in the previous dynasty have worked hard for hundreds of years, but they have never heard of anyone becoming an immortal. Is it possible that this old slave who looks thin and can only giggle has really reached that state?
Netherworld Shanjiang and Yixuan didn't dare to confirm, but they also didn't dare to deny, because no one had ever seen the true state of ascending to immortality.
Jiang Yixuan's scimitar passed by. The old slave was calm in the face of danger. He blocked the scimitar with his palm and then jumped into the air and flew towards the thatched house. At this time, the old slave had no other intention in his mind. What he wanted was not to be surprised.
The sleeping young master.
When Netherworld Shanjiang Yixuan saw the old slave flying up to the thatched house, she followed him like a shadow.
After getting into the house, the old slave slowly stretched out the wooden sword in his hand. The wooden sword was one and a half feet long, and the sword energy was five feet!
Seeing that the old slave was finally about to draw his sword, Netherworld Mountain quickly stabbed the old slave in the chest with his sword. The old slave stood firmly on the spot, unfazed, and allowed the dangerous sword to strike, but when the sword came,
At that moment, the peach wood sword in Lao Nu's hand suddenly raised horizontally, blocking the sword in Netherworld Mountain's hand.
The old slave's figure swayed, the wooden sword left his hand, and flew in front of Netherworld Mountain in the blink of an eye. Then, as if strolling in a garden, he punched out and hit Netherworld Mountain directly on the head.
Netherworld Mountain resisted the punch, because Jiang Yixuan's scimitar had arrived at this time, and the sword was aimed at the old slave's neck to wipe it out.
The old slave quickly lowered his head to avoid the blade, but unexpectedly, Youmingshan took advantage of the old slave to hide from the knife and struck it with a palm, which hit the old slave directly on the back.
The old slave staggered a step, but before he could regain his balance, Jiang Yixuan's scimitar struck again. The old slave clamped the blade between his jaws and was about to cut off the scimitar, but before he could exert any force, the sharp sword in Netherworld Mountain's hand
Then he stabbed him, and in a daze, the sharp sword entered his belly.
The old slave didn't care about the sharp blade in his belly. He broke the scimitar in the tiger's mouth forcefully, and then kicked it out. Netherworld Mountain jumped up high, and then punched out, and it hit the old slave's injured abdomen.
, old slave body
He changed his position and stepped back about ten meters, then slightly straightened his back that had been hunched for many years. He held the peach wood sword in his hand and looked at Netherworld Shanjiang Yi Xuan Er opposite with a slightly cold gaze.
people.
"Master Nu, don't you plan to use the sword yet?" Netherworld Mountain asked against the sound of the wind.
"Well, wouldn't it be more embarrassing to lose with a sword? It's better not to use it." The old slave slowly put down the peach wood sword in his hand and replied in a low voice.
"Have you never stepped into the immortal realm?" Netherworld Mountain asked again.
"Ascending to the Immortal, Xuantian of the third rank can be found everywhere in the world. If it is so easy to ascend to the Immortal, then what kind of ascending to the Immortal is it?" The old slave replied lightly, Xuantian, or the third rank, actually became Bibi in the mouth of the old slave.
All of them are true. If my young master hears this, he will definitely scold you, old slave, you are bragging again.
"Master Nu has never ascended to immortality, why do you still want to fight with the two of us?" Netherworld Mountain asked San San.
"You and I all make a living for the Lord. You are for the Savior, and I am for the Savior. A servant will die for the Lord, so why ask why?" The old slave replied softly, his voice so small that it was almost covered by the sound of rain.
"The slave died for his master, why ask why!" Jiang Yixuan repeated, then looked at the old slave with heavy eyes and said: "Master slave is really brave!"
"A great spirit is not as powerful as the fortune of heaven and earth." The old slave shouted loudly, and then with the sound of thunder and rain, he rose into the sky and ran towards You, Jiang and the two of them rushed over.
The two scimitars in Jiang Yixuan's hands had already been broken off by the old slave, so she had no choice but to hold the knife with one hand instead of holding the knife with both hands. She rushed towards the old slave with all her strength. When Netherworld Mountain saw the two people moving, he
They also moved. The three of them fought this time.
It was not as simple as before. The three of them changed positions and moved around. The speed was so fast that ordinary people felt like lightning. They could not see any sword moves at all. After a while, the figures of the three slowly slowed down.
Stopped slowly.
Netherworld Shanjiang Yixuan's body was covered with scars, and both of them had blood hanging from the corners of their mouths. Judging from the situation, she must have taken a lot of the old slave's fists, but looking at the old slave's side, the linen clothes on her body were already covered with tiny cuts.
There are countless tiny wounds on every line!
After the three of them paused for a moment, they rushed together again. The old slave started working with both hands. Nether Mountain and Jiang Yixuan each used a knife and a sword. They also surrounded the old slave and attacked from the left and right. Originally, it was difficult for the two fists to defeat the four hands, but this time
Shi Laonu, on the other hand, did not feel embarrassed. Later, there were occasional scratches on the sword, but his hammer-like fist fell steadily on the two of them.
If the other people saw the three of them competing like this, they would definitely be amazed. This is a life-swapping strategy.
At this time, the sword in Nether Mountain's hand was getting faster and faster, the sword in Jiang Yixuan's hand was cutting deeper and deeper, and the old slave's fist was getting heavier and heavier. At this time, the victory or defeat between the three of them was already within a hair's breadth.
"boom!"
A flash of thunder lit up the entire town. The boy who was already sleeping soundly was awakened by the thunder. He quickly sat up and turned to look out the window, muttering in a low voice: "I'm afraid this God is unhappy!"
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After muttering, the young man turned his head and looked outside the house and shouted: "Old slave!"
No one responded for a long time.
"Is it possible that the heavy rain washed it away?"
The young man scratched his head, put on his shoes and went to the ground to go out and search.
At the same time, the three people were fighting fiercely outside the house. The old slave was already covered with scars, and Netherworld Mountain also made a mistake at this most critical moment. A mistake at this time could really cost a person a thousand miles!
The old slave reached out and grabbed Netherworld Shan's neck. Netherworld Mountain knew something was wrong, so he quickly fell down, but the old slave followed him like a shadow.
The ground beneath their feet was broken and mottled and unsightly.
Jiang Yixuan also quickly followed and flew down from the thatched house.
The three of them fell into the courtyard again. The old slave and Netherworld Mountain looked at each other. The rain suddenly stopped, and the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped.
"You lost!" The old slave held Netherworld Mountain's neck with his hands and shouted in a slightly tired voice.
Nether Mountain and Jiang Yixuan looked at the old slave and did not dare to speak, because at this time the life of Nether Mountain was in the hands of this scrawny old man. A person in the Xuantian realm might be destroyed in just one thought, so the whole world seemed to be quiet.
Average.
"Old slave, did you peek at another girl's bath and be chased into her home?"
At this moment, a boy who was only fifteen years old yawned and walked out of the thatched hut with a helpless look on his face. As he walked, he shouted at the old slave in the yard.